the rain falling outside in the 3 a.m. dark
is so sweet on the mind
half-dozing, half-musing fingers move over the keys,
it is the slippery moment of reckoning.
whether to break for bed before the line bobs again in the wordstream,
or to abandon sleep altogether?
day 'comes precarious behind allnight bingewriting,
but sometimes merely to write up a thought
that was not born til the letters falling together
made it so
springs the soul from it's sinewy cage
and flings it up in the sky where it belongs